~ ZEV ~
They took turns soaping each other's limbs and washing off the bubbles, at first just for the joy of it. But after a few minutes, when they moved from arms and legs to bodies, their eyes began to linger, gazes caressing.
The top of the water was soon floating with enough bubbles to hide what was below it, which meant Zev could pretend he wasn't already aching for her, and enjoy her playfulness as she leaned back and splashed him. Then her eyes got hot and she put a foot to his chest, her toes curling into his pec.
Zev dropped his eyes to her leg, wet and shining, propped against his chest. Stroking her calf, he lifted it, then after pretending to examine the bottom of her soft foot, he licked the arch.
"Zev! Gross! Don't do that! Ew!" she giggled.
"What?" he asked, then did it again.
Sasha squirmed, laughing and splashing, trying to free herself, but whenever she tried to get traction on the bottom of the bath, he just tugged her foot higher and sent her tumbling backwards again, shrieking with laughter.
The bottom of her hair got wet and began curling on her skin. When he finally let go of her foot and she sat bolt upright, still laughing, he leaned forward too, elbows on his knees. She was still giggling when he cupped her face with one hand and pulled her in for a kiss. But the laughter soon died as he trailed his fingers up and down her spine, while his lips danced with hers.
Sasha sighed and gripped his wrist as if she were afraid he would let go. But she needn't have feared, there was no way Zev was letting her go again.
He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his breath ratcheting up as he drew that free hand across her ribs, then trailed his fingers from her navel, up between her breasts, then cupped the back of her head to hold her there.
His kiss wasn't desperate this time—but hungry. Their lovemaking had only whet his appetite, and as her hands climbed his chest, and her breathing got faster, his appetite only grew.
But they had time, he reminded himself. They had days, in fact. So he pulled back far enough to see her and waited for her to lock eyes with him. When she did, he let one hand trail down to cup her breast as he spoke in her head.
I want to know everything you enjoy, he said, his voice in her head husky and deep with his growing desire. I want to know the moment I do anything that you don't enjoy.
"I want you to tell me, too," she said. "I don't know a lot. I haven't… done this, except with you. So it's all theory to me."
Zev's lips curled up and he brushed his thumbs over her nipples, that stood up under his attentions.
Sasha's breath got faster and that curling pit of desire in his belly coiled tighter, hotter.
Tell me everything, Sash. I want to know it all.
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~ SASHA ~
She swallowed, staring into Zev's striking blue eyes—so bright, yet rimmed in indigo so that this close the sparks in them looked like stars in the sky.
His hands were large enough to hold her at the ribs and pull her closer. As he scooted her in, he urged her to lift her legs and hook them over his thighs, which brought them close.
Very close.
Sasha swallowed as her belly began to tingle. But Zev hadn't taken his eyes off of her.
Then he traced his thumbs over her nipples again and her breath caught.
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Tell me, he said in her head.
"I like it," she admitted. She could feel her cheeks heat. She wasn't used to talking about these things. But with Zev… with Zev it was safe.
Is it exactly right? Or would you like it softer?
She blinked and rolled her lips together, her cheeks growing hotter. "Um, a little harder, actually," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Zev's eyes widened, and he did it again, applying slightly more pressure. Sasha's eyelids got heavy.
"Just a little harder," she rasped.
He did it again, pressing harder, so her nipple popped up behind his thumb after it passed, which sent a jolt right down to the apex of her thighs.
"Yes, that," she gulped.
Zev rumbled his approval, then pulled her even closer, but they were already skin to skin. So after a brief frown, he stroked down her sides to cup her butt on both sides and lift her. She gasped and grabbed for his shoulder, but Zev just straightened his legs and settled her on his thighs.
Sasha's breath grew shallow as he shifted, until she was seated right in his lap, pushed against him, his erection pressed back against his stomach.
She was terrified to look down.
As if he'd read her thoughts, his lips slid up on one side.
Put your knees down, so you're kneeling, he whispered in her head.
Sasha swallowed, but did as he said, shifting her weight until she was straddling him and sitting up. Then Zev sat up, the water rippling as he wrapped his big arms around her and pulled her hard against him.
Her mouth fell open at the sudden spike of sensation—she was still a little sensitive. But the heat in her stomach roared higher. If she'd been uncertain about whether they would do this again so soon, now she wanted to hurry him along.
Then he cupped her neck, his thumb pressed under her jaw to lift her chin and he kissed her, so softly, so slowly, at first she thought perhaps he wasn't starting anything at all. But then his other hand pulled at her lower back, bringing them hard together, and he ground against her so that she gave a tiny cry of pleasure, their breaths mingling.
He did it again and in her head, his voice bloomed. Good?
"W-Wonderful," she gasped, dropping her head back.
Good.
Very good.
Keep going, Sash. Tell me at every step. Until I get it perfect.
Sasha groaned and gave herself up.